The Eternal Home

Come my dear, stay with me for the year of our lives.
Four seasons, four walls, four windows, we'll reside
in four houses of beauty unsurpassed

In Spring, we'll chorus in a house of crystal glass
We'll watch the cherry petals drift down above us thick and fast
Our bed will be a blanket of springy green moss
And the brook will join in a lullaby as it bubbles past

On Summer eves we'll lie below the constellations
Our house, the boughs of ancient oaks and pines rustle in syncopation
Your head on my lap I'll stroke the stardust from your hair
And lulled to sleep by the summer sweetness hanging heavy in the air.

In Autumn we'll look out from our log house in the woods
Watch the fiery leaves fall to carpet the bare and barren earth
Stare at the dying fire in the hearth, at the way our breath mists together,
When running becomes much harder than it should

I fear, my dear, in winter you'll leave me to live alone,
Gone to your warmer grounds in places far and unknown,
I can do nothing but wait by this cold house of stone
Waiting for the day I'll join you in our eternal home.